The picture I used before with the prompts refuses to load on my computer – but its still on Amanda’s post… So I’m looking there. Going with number 8, and it will start out my story. So here it goes!
I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my firstborn child. As I adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed against my wife, sleeping next to me. The horror of the realization it was not her voice froze me to the spot. Maybe I had just imagined it. I was half asleep. Or maybe it was feedback. That happens. It does. I hear about it all the time.
I debated waking my wife. She wasn’t getting much sleep in between feeding our daughter. I looked at her peaceful face and decided to just go check myself. I wasn’t sure what I expected. Nothing. So why wake her up?
I got out of bed, and grabbed the rail sitting beside the door. I crept across the hall, and eased the door open. No one standing there. I did the whole make sure the room is clear thing, checked the closet and behind the doors. Nothing. I turned, and saw my daughter sleeping the night away. No one there. Nothing talking or singing to her. I sighed. I was just crazy.
I stood there and stared at her for almost an hour. When she started to cry, and my wife walked in to feed her, she had a questioning look on her face. “You weren’t in the bed. How long have you been in here.”
“I heard something on the baby monitor. Wanted to check. I didn’t realize how long I had been in here.”
“Well, there wasn’t anything, so go back to bed.”
“I shambled off as my wife snuggled our daughter close in the rocker. I passed out on hitting the bed, and starting having restless dreams. I’m not sure how long I had been asleep when I woke. Something was wrong. And that’s when I realized my wife wasn’t there. And the baby monitor was silent. I ran, and the room was empty. Neither was there. No sign of anything out of place. I checked the whole house. I tried to call the 911 number but my phone wouldn’t work. I started running. I yelled.
Nothing was there. The place was empty. That’s when I heard the baby monitor crackling over and over again. I grabbed it and all I heard was “Welcome to hell…”